Day Off

[Tasha Blackwell]

It was a modest home, but it was her own. She had bought it shortly after BIT had taken off. She had the wealth to buy herself a luxury penthouse, but she chose instead a small home in a rather boring and unremarkable neighborhood. What she had liked about it was the large yards both front and back, and all the space she had to do her own gardening. Ever since she had left the Sith, she hadn’t accessed the towers in Korriban where she had tended to a garden. That garden had existed since the time of Andraste, with someone every generation there to care for it.

Not very many people knew about Tasha’s rather dull hobby, and it was very far removed from her life as a Sith or a dancer. It was even out of the ordinary for the CEO of a multimillion credit company. None of these thoughts intruded her mind as she got to work, hunched over a flower bed she had been planting. Her clothes were muddy, and sweat lined her skin from being under the sun all day. Today was one of her day’s off, and she planned to enjoy it to the fullest by engaging in her favorite activity.

The window to her house was open nearby, and she could hear the Holonews from out here. There was a broadcast about the Sith Emperor and the moves he had been making, along with the rise of his council. The Mandalorians were mentioned here and there, their antics always causing ripples throughout the galaxy. Tasha’s thoughts lingered for a moment on the Emperor, thinking back to how long it had been since they met.

She pushed the thought aside, her focus back on a plant that was being particularly difficult. The soil wasn’t cooperating, and she was working hard to create the proper base. Tasha didn’t anticipate anyone really bothering her today, and her thoughts were far away from work.

 

[Gillian Rel]

He had only arrived back on Ord Mantell a few days ago. It had taken him a couple of days to decide if even wanted to go back to work for Blackwell. He had kept a low profile until he had figured out what he was going to do.

He had been gone for months, the recovery on his spinal injury had taken longer than even the doctors had expected. It was not a pleasant experience for Gil, who still felt occasional stabs of pain from the still growing nerves in his spine. He wasn't complaining, he would go through the pain a hundred times over to regain the ability to walk, which he had.

Still recovering, he had to turn his attention towards The Exchange, or at least what was left of it. Gil really wanted nothing to do with any of it, but some of Tasha's words had convinced him he should go back for the employees of the Lusty Lekku, which he did. He had retained ownership of the club and all of the assets tied directly to it. He had no interest in the place anymore, it was all just one colossal reminder of Cait and what had happened. Nor'baal, who he negotiated to take over had promptly gotten himself killed. That was the life though, a life Gil was growing increasingly tired of.

He pulled himself from his thoughts as he made his way through the quaint neighborhood of homes. It didn't seem like a place a Tasha would choose for herself, but that was one of the great things about the woman, she always did the unexpected. Even though Tasha had kept pretty tight-lipped about her new living situation, it hadn't been terribly hard for Gil to track her down. It had only taken a little sweet talking with Emerald, the promise of dinner and Gil was on his way. He hoped over the small fence in front of the front yard.

He heardthe noise of the Halonews coming from the backyard through the open window and made his way around the side of the house. What he saw next, again surprised him. He couldn't help but grin at the sight of the woman tending the garden, it seemed like such an incredibly boring task for someone like Tasha.

"You know," he said speaking up "You should probably invest in some more security, who knows what kind of weirdos will just show up." he said. In his hand, he held an unopened bottle of the liquor they had first "borrowed" from the Lusty Lekku. He may be the type of person to bribe his way into finding out where her house was, but he wasn't a monster, of course, he had brought a house warming gift.

 

[Tasha Blackwell]

She was getting more and more frustrated with the soil that simply refused to cooperate. Tasha cursed under her breath, trying to ponder ways she could use the Force to aid in this. She had read in old history books that the Jedi once had the ability to command plants, but that power seemed well beyond her. Tasha sighed and was about to give up when she heard a familiar voice.

She looked up abruptly, her yellow eyes growing wide. It was embarrassing to be caught like this, and she looked comical and covered in dirt. She wasn’t used to anyone seeing her as anything but perfectly dolled up, and this threw her off more than she expected. She slowly rose to her feet, eyeing him suspiciously before she looked over at the bottle in his hand.

“I didn’t think I’d have to worry about you walking around anytime soon,” She grinned, actually glad to see him back to mobility again. She had dropped in every now and then during his recovery process, and she knew it had been grueling. He seemingly had to learn to walk all over again, and it took months before he could get stronger on his feet.

Tasha wiped the sweat from her brow, putting her shovel aside, “I suppose you busted me,” She motioned for him to follow her into the house. Varyn was the only other person that knew about this hobby of hers, and she intended to keep the knowledge limited. To her it represented some form of vulnerability, and her old Sith teachings often reminded her to avoid showing any weakness.

The inside of the house was modest, and there was a refreshing smell of oils and perfumes as was always associated with her. The Holonet was still reporting the news, now Darth Victress being asked to provide her thoughts on some political matter.

“Well you’re usually all about business,” Tasha turned to face him, enjoying the cool air after being out in the hot sun, “So what is it this time? Do we need to go kidnap anyone?”

 

[Gillian Rel]

He outstretched his arms "Oh you know me..." he said still grinning "...always a bit too stubborn for my own good." he added as she stood. He looked over the garden she was in the middle of tending. The scene was so..normal, which made odd. Tasha was many things, normal was not one of them. "Quite the green thumb you have there." he said looking over the garden again. "I would not have pegged you the type..." he said honestly. There was a playful undertone in his voice, not quite mocking, but enough.

She motioned for him to follow her inside, which he did. He looked around as they entered the rather ordinary home. It was pleasant, again, not very characteristic of the Pantoran woman. "A lovely home." he said, mouth still grinning. The boring small talk was amusing to him. He set the bottle he had carried down on a counter as he passed it. The Holonet broadcast droned on, a scowl spread across his face at the mention of the Darth. Even though it had been months since his last encounter with Cait, it was still a fresh spot for him. Months had passed, but in recovery time had stood still for him.

He shook himself loose from his thoughts, forcing his scowl away. He lowered himself down into a chair, slowly. It was much slower than normal, but it was definitely there. It had been impressive that he had regained the ability to walk, but he still carried the scars from that day. "Me? All Business?" he scoffed. "Can't a friend just stop by to say hello?" he said raising an eyebrow.

 

[Tasha Blackwell]

Tasha had to grin at his surprise at her gardening hobby. It was something she kept closely guarded, first because it was embarrassing and second because revealing more of her meant unraveling layers from herself. Though she had no qualms with taking her clothes off, unwrapping the binds of her psyche and emotions was something else entirely, “What, you thought my only skill was shaking my ass on a stage?” Tasha externally rolled her eyes, “Always of little faith.”

After they entered her home, she ignored the Holonet broadcast. Varyn was on the screen now, someone she knew personally. It was strange to know that someone she knew was on a broadcast that was being sent out to the entire galaxy. Tasha’s attention was on Gil, however. She stepped away for a moment to retrieve two glasses, allowing him to pour them both the drink he brought with him.

She sat down across from him, taking a sip of the rich liquor. It felt warm going down, and she marveled at how smooth it was, “Damn...still as good as I remember,” Tasha leaned back in her seat, quirking an eyebrow at his words, “A friend, yes. You? You usually have some sort of agenda. We’re alike in that way,” She took another sip, swirling the drink around in its glass. Her yellow eyes lingered on his as she studied him quietly.

“I used to think I was living life by my own terms,” She said after a moment, “But this is what it truly feels like. It’s more liberating than anything I could have ever imagined. I danced by choice, but it was never my own life I was leading back then,” Tasha smiled faintly at him, “Do I seem any different?”

 

[Gillian Rel]

He took the glasses and poured the dark colored liquor into both glasses before handing one to Tasha. He settled back in his chair, crossing one leg over the other. "I would be offended if I were capable of such things." he joked back taking a drink from the glass. "But if a hardass like yourself can slack off and take a day, so can I." he said adjusting in his seat somewhat trying to find a comfortable position.

He could see why the more mundane things could be appealing. Having a hobby that didn't involve getting shot at, a home away from the constant drama of the Galaxy. He still thought it odd for the woman. "An office job and gardening on the weekends?" he said raising an eyebrow. "Who knew leading your own life would be so...exciting." he said with a chuckle.

She did seem happier, she had already smiled more than most of their interactions. It wasn't a bad a look for her at all. He studied her quietly for a brief moment. "I am not sure I have ever seeing willingly get this dirty before."he said gesturing towards her hands, dirt still under the fingernails. Again, it was a good look for her. He looked her over again. "...and you haven't insulted me once since I got here." he said suspiciously. "You aren't dying, are you? Pregnant? Married?" he said in mock fear.

 

[Tasha Blackwell]

Tasha took another sip from her drink, watching him as he spoke. He had a different look to him than when she first knew him. Back then his eyes had been full of wonder and he had been a lot more trusting. She knew the business with Cait changed something in him, and she couldn’t blame him. For better or worse, it had thrown up several layers of walls that weren’t there before.

“Shit I hope I’m not pregnant, and I don't think anyone's insane enough to want to marry me,” Tasha muttered as she took another healthy sip from her glass. She didn’t mind the dirt from gardening, “If I can deal with sweaty, fat men at the Lusty Lekku, I think I can handle a bit of dirt,” Tasha grinned at him, “As for insulting you...I think I got it all out of my system with the cripple jokes. Not as fun now that you’re actually walking, monkey lizard.”

Her thoughts went back to him. He was still running his odd jobs, and he had walked away from the Lekku. He always had a sense of purpose there, and she knew that had been taken away from him. Had he found new purpose since then?

“What about you?” She asked finally, finishing her first glass and reaching for a second, “Are you happy?”

 

[Gillian Rel]

"Fair Enough." he said with a shrug. He downed the rest of his drink and moved on to next round. It started to dull the pain in his back he felt must of the time these days. The doctors said it may fade in time, or be permanent. There were days we thought being crippled would be better than this. The only thing that made it bearable was the amount of self-medicating he was doing.

He thought about her question. When had Tasha ever cared about happiness? He did not notice his frown turn down into a slight frown as he thought. Everything he had done up until this point was for mere survival or at least trying to make himself comfortable enough to momentarily forget it could all go away in an instant, which it did. He snapped himself out of his own thought after a handful of seconds "I guess as much as a hobbled, homeless elf with the only thing to his name is a club he can't stand walking in can be." he said with another shrug. He downed the drink in a single gulp. It was far too expensive to drink in such a manner, but he didn't much care. Credits was about the only thing he wasn't hurting for.

He let out a laugh before blowing out a breath "I am joking of course, I'm fine. I just need to find a place that isn't my ship, the bed is shit." he said trying to convince himself as much as her. "How are things with the business?" he asked. Usually, it was her changing the subject when she grew uncomfortable, but there was something about the word "happy" that struck a nerve with him.

 

[Tasha Blackwell]

Tasha quirked an eyebrow as he muttered about having nothing to his name and the bitterness that followed. Despite him mentioning that he was joking, Tasha took another longer swig and looked at him, “You sound like a sad sack of shit,” She grinned. That grinned turned broader and she was soon chuckling, shaking her head before she drank some more.

She tilted her head back towards the Holonet and grabbed the remote to change it to a music station. It was one of her favorites, and it was just perfect for dancing. Just because she gave up those days, it didn’t mean she didn’t enjoy doing it. Tasha set her drink down and rose from her seat, “Come on, you’re not a cripple anymore. Let’s see what you got.”

She didn’t give him much room to decide, grasping his hand and yanking him up to stand. Tasha led him towards the main floor of her living room, plenty of room to move around. She turned to face him, grinning as she began to move to the beat. At first, she began to guide him, turning and moving as she led the dance. She went slow so it wouldn’t push him past his limit, but she was always expertly precise with each step.

“For all the time I’ve known you, I can’t believe we’ve never done this,” Tasha laughed as she turned them around and continued to move, her yellow eyes always piercing into his.

 

[Gillian Rel]

It probably wasn't a healthy reaction to be relived by being insulted, but it unlocked a part of his old self. This is what he needed, no one talked to him like that on Nar Shaddaa. Even if he was no longer the leader of the Exchange, he was still a big player. He laughed with her, it felt good.

He smiled behind his glass as she turned on music before he downed the rest of its contents. He let himself be pulled up to his feet and into the center of the room. He was by no means a stranger to dancing, but Tasha was on another level. Dancing was just as much about confidence than anything, and even though Gil's had been shaken by recent events, it was still there underneath it all.

Alcohol numbing the pain he felt, numbing his feelings towards recent events, he let himself flow with the music. While he didn't feel the pain, his muscles were sluggish. She led and he followed. "I couldn't afford it before." he joked, his eyes containing some of their old shine from before.

Pulling her closer, he took charge and led her across the room to sway of the music. It wasn't that he minded being led, but dancing was about giving and taking. "Besides, Emerald was always my favorite." he joked again as they continued to dance.

 

[Tasha Blackwell]

Tasha smiled as he took charge and began to lead the dance. She was more than a little surprised that he knew what to do, having only known him to be an enforcer of sorts back at the Lekku. She went with every spin, twirling out and then coming back into his arms. They both fell into a rhythm, moving all over her floor.

Her hair came undone from the ponytail it was in, falling along her back like during her dancing days. Tasha brought her hands up to wrap around his neck, locking her piercing gaze with his, “She was? I’ll be sure to tell her that. I’m sure she’ll be thrilled,” Tasha gave him a wink. The girls had developed almost a fanatical obsession with him that would no doubt make him uncomfortable if she ever leaked this tidbit information to them.

“You’re a massive pain, you know that?” Tasha said, still unable to keep the smile off her face. She kept dancing, moving around and holding him close, “You’ve been a pain since you let me get captured that day,” Tasha couldn’t help but laugh, “And you made it so I couldn’t just leave you,” She shook her head, “Such a pain in the ass,” She never took her eyes off his.

 

[Gillian Rel]

As they danced, Tasha's hair fell freely down her back. It was captivating to him, even if he knew it was practiced. In fact, he found the more casually dressed, somewhat dirtied look to be very attractive, though there was never a time when she wasn't.

As her hands moved the back of his neck, his hands slid down coming to rest on her hips. He pulled her closer as they continued to move with the music. "Well, about that." he said meeting her eyes, his own bright with a smile. "I had to bribe her with dinner to even get the address to this place. Even then, it took a bit of work. She was harder to crack than I anticipated. You must be paying them too much."

"Its a gift."He said, returning her stare. There was a time when he had found her stare a tad unnerving, but now he felt drawn to it. "If I recall correctly, you are the one who stabbed me that day." he said with a chuckle. He reached up with a hand and pulled back his collar, revealing the scar from that incident. "I tell people I got it fighting a Mandalorian." he said only somewhat joking. His hand went back to her hip.

"Though to be fair, I have met a good number of Mandalorians nicer than you." he said with a playful shrug.

 

[Tasha Blackwell]

Tasha mockingly scowled at him, “Asked her to dinner to find me?” Her eyebrows rose, “I’m flattered, monkey lizard,” She was genuinely surprised by the lengths he went to find her. Tasha watched as he reached up to tug the collar away, revealing the mark from where she had thrown the knife. She couldn’t help but chuckle at that.

“I think it’s a good look on you,” Her fingers slid down from the back of his neck to trace over the scar, her eyes following the gesture, “I had intended to kill you in that moment...I can't believe how close that was,” Tasha’s voice was quieter then, recalling that day. She had fully believed he had been in on the kidnapping and was an enemy. If it hadn’t been for one of the thugs bumping into her, Gil would have died right then and there. He had been distracted and taken off guard when she threw the knife.

Her hand slid down from his neck and down the front of his torso, lightly over the new scars on his stomach, “I guess you’re just infuriatingly difficult to kill,” Tasha laughed softly, her gaze shifting up to meet his again. When he compared her to a Mandalorian, she grinned, “Well, you can’t deny that I’m at least easier on the eyes than a Mandalorian helmet.”

 

[Gillian Rel]

The music changed from one song to the next, their speed adjusting to new the beat. "Well..." he said with a grin I am going to put it on the company card. Obviously a business expense." he said, again only half joking.

Her fingers, cold as ice ran over his collar bone, tracing the scar. It sent a tingle down his spine. He smiled at the compliment, pulling her ever so closer. "Luckily your a shit aim." he responded. He didn't do too much thinking about the what ifs. He had almost died a hundred times, one of these days his luck would run out and that would be it. He accepted that, though his recent brush with death made him realize how much he really didn't die just yet.

As she ran a hand over his shirt he reached up and pushed a stray strand of pure red hair that had fallen out of her face. "I have been told that I have a serious stubbornness problem before." he responded with a warm smile. "I'm sure you will get me next time." he laughed.

He considered a hobby of his to argue with the Pantoran woman, but he totally agreed with her on her last statement. He took a step back, incorporating into their dance and looked her over That...is for certain." he said before pulling her back in.

"So do plans for the rest of the day?" he asked "I would hate to pull you away from an afternoon of.." he said looking down at her shirt ...Gardening, but I wouldn't mind the company.

 

[Tasha Blackwell]

Tasha glanced up at him as he brushed a strand of her hair aside. It was a simple gesture, but it wasn’t one she ever envisioned from him. There was an odd tenderness to it, and she couldn’t help but dwell on it. She said nothing for a moment, eyeing him curiously with those same yellow eyes that were always so difficult to read.

Throughout it all, she was always on the beat, always moving and turning. It was obvious this was something that would always be a part of her, no matter how big of a businesswoman she became. Tasha couldn’t help but look into those vivid green eyes, thinking of everything they had been through together. He had seen her rise from just a performer to being the owner of one of the most successful corporations out there.

She was pulled from her thoughts at his question, and she quirked an eyebrow, “For once, I didn’t have any plans,” Tasha smiled, “Why, are you trying to bribe me into doing something as a means to an end?” She chuckled softly, teasing him about the Emerald tactic.

She stepped back to keep dancing, but she didn’t feel like letting him go. Tasha didn’t realize when this became comfortable, but there was an odd sense of familiarity to it. She tilted her head as she looked at him, “This is the first time I’ve seen you so close,” Tasha murmured softly. This was an entertaining realization considering they had been very drunkenly intimate before. There wasn’t enough alcohol or drugs in her system to blur anything, and she found herself holding the gaze longer than she anticipated.

Tasha cleared her throat, dropping the gaze, “So yeah, what did you have in mind for this fine day?”

 

[Gillian Rel]

He had to put more thought into dance than she did, she moved like someone who unconsciously breathed. They both grew quiet for a moment, the only sound was the music in the background which seemed to fade.

"You do now." he said with a smile. "And if you are asking if I am using you, absolutely." he said with a mischievous looking grin growing on his face. For now, though he was content with dancing with her in the cozy living room. He didn't elaborate further, instead, focusing on her. "We usually don't get this far without getting shot at, so I guess that makes sense." he commented back. "That combined with both of our near legendary skills at getting shit faced..." he said, his words trailing off at the end. He was going to say something else, but the words were lost in that stare.

He blinked as she cleared her throat. "Right." he said taking a step back. "Well, its a surprise." he said leaning down and picking up the remote and turned off the music. "You need to get ready. Wear something comfortable, we will be doing some..." he said with a smile trying to think of the right word. "Fighting..yeah...fighting" he said picking back up his glass which still had some liquror left over from before.

"Trust me. It will be fun.. he said before adding "Well, for us atleast."

 

[Tasha Blackwell]

Tasha stepped back as well, though reluctantly. She would never admit that she wanted to keep staying close like they were. As he mentioned a surprise, she quirked an eyebrow. Was he bullshitting, or did he actually have something planned? When he mentioned for her to change, Tasha simply stared at him in wonder. She was about to ask him for more details, but she left it alone for now.

Naturally, she took him literally. They had never done anything except for fighting or some sort of operation. Tasha took time to shower and get dressed, but it was actually for missions. She wore pants, boots and attire that was better suited for combat. Tasha had her saber hidden away on the inside pocket of her jacket. Her hair was back up in a ponytail.

“Okay, who are we roughing up today?” She grinned. She had missed working with him while he had been in recovery. Tasha felt a pang of guilt as she recalled her own Sith origin. He had never truly seen her fight or use the Force, and he had no clue about her origins. Tasha intended to keep it that way, though she still practiced her teachings alone.

She was ready in no time, throwing back another glass of her drink before she led the way out the door. Tasha fully believed this would be just another warehouse operation, “Which supplier are you thinking?”

 

[Gillian Rel]

Gil could see the wheels turning in Tasha's head. She was likely annoyed he was being so coy about their mission, but it was necessary. He relaxed back down in the chair as she showered and got ready. He was in no rush. He knew exactly where the bastard would be all afternoon, the same place he always was during this time.

He looked up as Tasha exited the back of the house. She was dressed, ready for whatever mission he had planned. "Perfect." he said with a grin, but if he was honest, her casual dress was pretty appealing to him. He shook himself from those thoughts, priorities and all that. "I'll explain when we get there."

"Today, we get to be the good guys." he said as he climbed in his speeder. It was new, it was easier to buy the new speeder here than transporting his older one from Nar Shaddaa.

He made idle conversation as they traveled across the city, refusing to let any details slip about their job. It wasn't long before they arrived in one of the busier districts. They exited the speeder, sun beating down on them. "Have we ever actually been out together during the day?" he asked with a laugh. He did most of his sleeping on Nar Shaddaa during the day, the night was when the city was truly alive, especially given their chosen professions.

"Okay, follow me." he said walking along a business-lined street. Tasha caught the attention of passers-by as she usually did. "Alright, so this is probably the most important job we have done so far and I need you to take this kriffing serious. he said with a stupid grin. They rounded the corner and saw a large building with the words "GALACTIC LASER TAG" in neon letters across the front. "I got bored during my recovery, and after some of the doctors got too annoyed with me they suggested this as part of my "physical therapy" he said stopping outside. "So when I started coming here a couple of weeks ago, I run into this punk-ass kid who.." he paused "Is cheating...or...whatever. The point is him and his ten dumbass friends need to be put down. he said as a woman passed by them, mortified look on her face as she looked down and hurried along. "Well...at least in laser tag."

He looked at her as if he refused to acknowledge this wasn't dumb. He was serious about getting revenge, and it was a lot of fun. "Partners?" he asked before heading inside.

 

[Tasha Blackwell]

Tasha followed him into the speeder. He was entirely too giddy about this, and she couldn’t help but be a little suspicious. As he mentioned they would be the good guys, Tasha quirked an eyebrow, “Aren’t we usually the good guys?” Their endeavors so far had involved busting illegal supplier operations and making them credible. That was what good guys did, right?

She paused and had to think, “No..no we’ve never been out together during the day,” She couldn’t keep the shock from her voice. For all the time they had known one another, they had always operated at night. Tasha shook her head, marveling at how different her old life had been. She almost thought of asking him what this was, but he seemed too thrilled and she let him have his moment.

Tasha followed him out when they arrived and he turned to tell her the severity of the job. Her eyebrows were furrowed in confusion, “I always take jobs seriously, Gil,” She hissed. Tasha’s hands instinctively went to her sides, where she had stashed her sabers. As he led the way, it slowly dawned on her where they were. However, she still believed this was some underground operation in the lower level of a laser tag facility.

Tasha stared at him dumbly as he explained the situation. She was following along until he clarified they were actually going to play laser tag. Her jaw dropped by then, and she had to resist the urge to slap him, “Are you serious?” She said, scowling at him, “You brought me out for this?” Tasha shook her head and decided to leave right there and then. She took a few steps and then glanced back at him and could have sworn she saw his ears actually droop.

“Come on,” She groaned, still unwilling to believe this was happening.

Within the next few minutes, she was geared up with laser tag gear with the same scowl on her face. Tasha had never done this before, and she seriously considered the penalties if she pulled out her saber at some point. She examined her ‘gun’, looking at it from all angles, “What is the point of this activity?”

 

[Gillian Rel]

Her frustration was almost palpable in the air, which only increased the amount he was enjoying this. She shot back that she always took jobs seriously. Gil held up his hands in mock surrender "Whatever you say, Blackwell."

They arrived at their destination and Tasha looked at him expectantly before the fact that they were here to simply play laser tag actually hit her. He saw her muscles tighten, her jaw clench slightly. That was about the reaction he expected to get from her. That is why he hadn't told her until they were here, he trusted the pain of getting home might just slightly outweigh of simply staying.

He shrugged when she asked if he was serious. "I always take jobs seriously, Tasha" he shot back at her, a grin that would likely only annoy her further plastered to her face. Her response didn't surprise him at all. They stared at each other for a brief second before Tasha started storming off. He watched her go, not making any move to stop her. He waited for his chance and pounced when she looked back at him. He gave her a slightly deflated look, that bordered on a pout.

The grin spread as she groaned, he knew he had her at the point. She might as well stamped her feet, it was adorable, and a little scary. "I know you wouldn't know what fun was if it slapped you in the face, thats why you have me." he pulled out a filled flask from a pocket and handed it to the grumpy woman.

He held the door open for her, almost certain she was still going to hit him. They moved inside and within minutes they were gearing up for battle. The sight of her putting on the sensor covered vest and headband was worth just about anything. He almost couldn't contain himself as she studied the toy gun. What's the point of anything, to win." he said. While she was distracted, he walked up beside her and threw an arm around her and took a selfie, laser tag gear and all. "Never know when I will need that." he said slipping the dataphone back in his pocket quickly. He was having too much fun to acknowledge the fact that she may very well shoot him for real before the day was over.

"Oh look...long ears brought his mom." the voice cracked from the other side of the room before turning to laugh with his friends. Gil turned to face his laser tag archrival "Bryan." he said with no small amount of disgust in his voice. However much he hated the kid, Gil wouldn't too anything too bad to kid. Even criminals had to have a code.

As usual, Bryan had brought his bratty, wealthy friends. Gil looked to the kids that had been put on their team, the red team. They were not impressive in the least bit. "Just shoot the blue team, easy." he said to Tasha still grinning. He couldn't believe he had gotten her in this place.

The field was multiple stories tall and quite large. Unsurprisingly, Tasha would find her combat skills didn't translate too well to laser tag.